February 1, 2012
by paolo.
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She saw the world through her word eyes. She discovered this in senior year high school while sitting on a rug at a classmate’s house, reading some borrowed book about people and things and places that were never there but …
March 9, 2011
by paolo.
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Me, teaching fiction: probably a so-so fictional short story.
Then again, it’d be something — to teach a semester’s worth of writing fiction, only to reveal to the students at the very last day that the class was fictional: material …
December 2, 2010
by paolo.
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Three years ago, the first week (or second week) of November, a Monday: I got in way too early for work that day (mostly from not-coming-home) — early enough to catch men in toques being architects. They were building a …
August 13, 2010
by paolo.
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The lighting of a cigarette is an art. You can’t verbally instruct someone how to light a cigarette without showing them first — the feel of the cigarette between the lips, the feel of that first surge of black, black …
